Zhou Huaian was stunned, as if he had heard the most inconceivable thing. Had Princess Zi Ji spoken to someone? Did Princess Zi Ji want to eat something? And with a stranger, no less! What in the world was happening?
She moved closer, her petite nose sniffing at the roasted meat. Its fragrance was enveloping and refreshing to the senses. She then tilted her head and asked, "It smells so good. How did you do it?"
Zhou Huaian began to question his very existence. In the past, even when facing the Emperor, the ancestors of the Martial God lineage, or even the Tianxuan Saintess, Princess Zi Ji would, at most, utter just one sentence. But now, in front of a stranger, she not only initiated conversation but also spoke a second sentence.
"Spices. Have you heard of them?" Chen Pingping asked with a smile.
"No."
"Then have a taste."
"Okay!" She replied, very docile.
